skin.

I have lots of it

Like mountains and grassy fields over the earth's surface

It is my surface

The uneven projection of the person I hide underneath

The person I try so hard to let free

Pain

Never ending stunts of growth stretching my veins

Day after day

The pain doesn't go away

I'm left feeling abused and ashamed

Afraid of my own body and what it'll become

To think that one day

I was small and well made

Mouldable

A future of colour set out before me

Now it bores me

To think what could have bin

Had I never drink

You see

This skin is not my own

It is frequently prone

To fragrences and make up

The monthly blood drive

When am I going to wake up?

This is not what I want

I want

A million miles of fake love

Body hair and hate fucks

I little card to tell that they're glad I never gave up

A window to my soul

I hope that you see it all

This boy needs to be set free

The little piece of me